As witnessed earlier this week, Harry is pushing his boundaries around the house. He climbed the stairs, he's scrambling over our chairs, crawling into our cupboards, and he's trying like mad to get onto the couch. He wants to be up, uP, UP!!!
And yesterday he decided to be ouT, oUT, OUT! That's right, he climbed out of his pack'n'play, fell headfirst toward the floor, and broke his fall by hitting his head on the wheel on hthe way down. He's sporting some very red road rash on his forehead, but is otherwise fine. Brendan and I were much more traumatized by this than Harry was...our dear boy was actually a little pleased with himself, especially when we proceeded to read his favorite book to him repeatedly all day long (to soothe him, er, ourselves).
Our big question now is: How do we contain an avid climber? What if he climbs out of his crib? We're not ready for a toddler bed, as he's only ten months old. How will Mom shower and get dressed each day if she can't put him in something for a minute or two? Ladies and gentlemen, it's the end of an era, the Era of the Contained Baby. It was nice while it lasted, but things are going to have to change around here now...
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